The kitchen was a dreary, colorless place of toil, like all the others around it. The woman was another faceless cook, just like all the others in the restaurants.

It summarizes something I have discovered in my years of traveling - that people all over essentially are the same, regardless of culture, language and income differences. Despite her destiny to toil to barely stay above the poverty line, she too has the same motivations as us, including the desire to look her best for the fair..